Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
Nidhogg grimaced as his creation was rather handily thrashed by the dragonic humanoid, though thanks to that he had plenty of time to prep for his attack, switching to his speed form to easily avoid the sudden strike to his torso, though he did back away from the two light mages, his mouth curled into an annoyed snarl as he did so.
"Well, isn't that a pain in the ass, fuckin' teleporting magic. Such a cheap way to fight." As he spoke, he'd let out a sigh, disappointed in how things had turned out today. "Well, it's only natural that this clusterfuck would end in such an unsatisfying way. Later, councilman, I'll be sure to meet you again when I'm more capable of giving you a proper fight. But as compensation,take this little gift I just whipped up, from me to you."
Nidhogg would smile a bit as thr hydra's dead corpde would sudden:y burst into a flurry of rotting, stinking gases and dangerous shards of necrotic-infused bone. He didn't expect that to kill or slowdown the mage, but he knew it'd buy him sometime to make his escape, taking flight with his meat puppet through the city's sewer system. @Expolar@Prince of Seraphs
Argus Leandros
"What, I'm not insecure about it, *pssssh* I'm not insecure about anything. You could strip me down right here and now, I'd be completely fine. Hell, I almost dare you! Ahahahahahaa!" Argus denied the accusation with so much bravado and fanfare that it couldn't ever be seen as convincing, though his exclamation did draw some pdd looks, causing Argus to deflate slightly as he regained his cool, clearing his throat as he finally registered her introduction, blushing just a tad as he tried to play the whole thing off."Anyway, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. And in makes sense for someone with your sense og presence to be in such a, uh, prestigious position."
Argus phrased the end of his statement almost as if it was a question, as he had no idea what the Magic Council really was. As far as news went for him, he tended to only pay attention about anything that effected his current job and little else during his 5 years of freedom,so he knew jack-shit about the whole thing.
"So," he'd then continue, "Now of anything interesting or fun that we can do around here? Bit of a country-bumpkin type, first time in the capital, so I've got no clue where anything is."
I just simply thought of what I wanted my character to do, made the appropriate rolls, and wrote it out from there. As for the teamwork bit . . . he moved them from behind brainwashed civvies, so that counts for something. . . right?
When Kiante arrived on the scene, he was already a bit annoyed by the call to action, as he was in the middle of his favorite show(criminals always had the worst timing, damn troglodytes), but as they arrived on the scene to here the gypical bad guy spiel,with BS threats and blatant posturing, he felt his annoyance cross the boundary into anger, cause not only was he missiing his show, but he was missing it for bottom of the barrel garbage like these idiots. And of course, seeing how idiocy tends to run through a family, they were related to their own dumb meathead, Argon, with equally shit codenames as well to boot. I'm not dealing with this BS right now, so I'm going to finish this now beforr it becomes a long drawn out cluster-fuck.
With a sigh, Kiante cracked his neck, looking a bit out of place amongst his costumed compatriots, with his finr black leather jacket, stylish yet functional jeans with a black and red lining, some nice black shoes, and a pendant around his neck of the god his powrs emulated, Set. However, as he stepped out infront of them, one would notice that the air around the young black teen was starting to pulse with energy as he muttered low phrases to himself, finally, when he was but a few feet in front of the crowd of zombies who'd gotten mind comtrol by the crazy Radon bitch, he began the combat with a rather stunning display, giving them only a single sentence as he did so.
"You're both annoying, so plezse be smart and don't didge this. If you do, it'll only get worse for you. Much. much worse."
First, he'd stretch his hand out, making a 'come over here' motion with his fingers, a very unsetteling smile forming on his face as he did so. This was cause they wouldn't have a choice, as he would cast a spell with a snap of hus fingers, causing a whirlwind of red sand to suddenly engulf the two villains, spinning them around for a bit as it quickly rose into the sky before slamming down next to him, depositing the two tight next to him, where he intended to take them down in one attack. Charging up all of his magic energy inside of him, Kiante would speak a word in the ancient tonque of the dessert, thrusting his hand in the direction of his foes. A large crimson hieroglyph would burn itself into existance, cracklung with red lightning as it suddenly took on an intense glow, before blasting out two streams of red sand and crimson lightning into them. He'd grit his teeth with effort as he'd try and control the destructive blast so that it wouldn't hurt any of the brain-washed citizens or officials . . . at least, as much as was possible.
Rolled for charge, got a six(5+1), which plus freak is an eight.
Marked the Angry condition
Collected 3 burn
Spent one burn to juggle Radon and Xenon right next to Kiante
Spent 2 Burn to use Reality Storm to directly engage with no collateral damage.
Rolled a (4+1)5 to hit, which became a 7 with the Freak Bonus.
Kiante is not in the mood for this, he was trying to get his GOT on. You don't mess with him when he's watching GOT.
Just a reminder/update that I'm still in this, just spending an eternity to working out my new character's power. It's still going to take awhile, but I'm making progress.
Thuraya gave a wicked smirk as her tail entered the other's shoulder, allowing her poison to secret down to the wound. Her smirk changed to a wincing grin as the bullet found it's mark in her own shoulder, yet managed to hold her ground. Her eyes moved from her stinger, to his gun, then directly into the man's eyes before they were pushed away from one another.
She brought in her arms and straightened her tail again to roll as safely as possible, though as she stood and stepped over to her sword to pick it up, she started to really feel the heat that her adrenaline had pushed aside. Reaching with her left hand she nearly dropped the blade, though caught it in her right hand. 'Right handed then... This will get interes...ting...?' as her eyes lifted to face the once-was scrawny little mage, her emerald eyes widened. The pain in her shoulder seemed agitated further by the heat he created to appear before her, causing her left hand to raise against it the best it could, right hand holding the sword out. 'Oh yes... very interesting..'
"Finally! You show me some potential!" she called to him, letting out a little laugh. "I was beginning to worry this wouldn't be fun!" While the intimidation factor did set in, and his aura making it greater still, she held her ground. She had a promise to keep. A personal promise to win. For Seryosa, Thuraya would not back down here. That said, his last statement to her caused her to grab hold of her greatsword with both hands and once more, charge in at her opponent. She pushed all the cares for his towering stance and massive blade; all the pain he'd caused her - the scrapes, burns and even the still-bleeding, searing bullet wound to her shoulder to the side as she ran in. Sword dragging slightly as she first took off and leaped at him for a strong cleave.
"If fun is what you'e looking for, I'm sorry to say that you've only found yourself a beating." Shadar responded, reacting to her charge by sliding up his hand to grip the blade and raising it to easily block the woman's swing, not letting out so much as a grunt of effort while he held back her attack. This would be soon followed by him shifting his footing and the positioning of his blade to divert her's away from him before he released his hold on the grip to lash out with a savage backhand fist towards her face, likely rattling her attic quite a bit if it hit. He'd then follow this up by attempting to grab her by the throat, squeezing down with a painful amount of force as he would lift her high into the air, before throwing down onto the ground hard enough to cause her battered form to bounce off the ground.
Whether or not he succeeded in this maneuver, he'd still slowly back away from her, turning the blade over in his hand so that he was holding it the right was and letting it slide towards the ground until his clawed hand could grip the handle again.
"You're not going to win this fight, girly, so stop wasting my time and concede already. You've got skill, but not the right kind to take me down."
Even as he spoke, Shadar readied himself again, knowing that his words were likely falling on deafened ears. This woman would fight until dead or unconscious, and he wasn't about to make this more annoying by trying to keep her alive. If she didn't heed his warning, he'd likely kill her or wound her severely, especially since he wasn't even using the full arsenal available to him. This fight would've probably been finished by now if Drosil didn't feel the need to appear in person. Damn fool.
As strike was blocked and words spoken, it only filled her with more rage. She'd earned a beating? She could only laugh a moment but in her cockiness of attempting another swing she found it flung aside and her neck in his grasp. Blade fell after only a moment, clattering onto the ground. Hands moved upward, grasping at his fingers she pulled lightly, tail coming up to attempt stabbing at his hand.
She wasn't sure if she'd been able to land her sting or not. Before she knew her body was hurling downward. A rather loud cry was let loose as she landed, reaching for her blade from her place on the floor. Had to roll a bit and grasp it's blade for a moment to pull it closer carefully and got the hilt in hand as he backed away from her. Struggled to her feet, her tail seemed slightly crooked now, as she stood, and it's strength seemed to be completely gone. As she stepped forward again, her tail seemed to drag slightly, it's exoskeleton cracked in some places, allowing for blood to smear across the ground as it dragged along.
"Not... N-not going to win?" she asked, voice soft. "I made a promise... that I intend to keep!" she allowed her tone to pick up then, and despite the pain, she grabbed her blade in left hand first then right, and ran into battle once more. Sword flung upward chaotically - her precision and focus not quite what it had been. She blinked a few times, hard, trying to focus more as she went for another strike just as clumsy as the first. Head hurt, shoulder burned, tail was a killer. But she'd made a promise to win. "F-for Seryosa...!" So quickly she'd fallen to this new power of his. Yet she would never allow herself to fall to weakness. Instead, she would let rage fuel her - not always the smartest choice, but in her eyes, she had no choice now.
The girl's attempts to pierce Shadar's armor with her tail were for naught, as all she managed to do were put a few more nicks into before he brutally slammed her body into the dirt. He'd hoped the girl had the sense to give in while she could still stand, but before she spoke a single word, he could tell that she wasn't going to listen to reason, the anger was burning to wildly for that to be considered as an option. So, as he listened to her pathetic dribble about some promise, he prepped himself for the inevitable charge. And what a charge it was, with a clumsy upward swing from below that would've been lucky to hit the broad side of a barn.
". . . what a fool. Shadar muttered with a click of his teeth, dodging the first blow with a quick step to the side, than blocking her second blow with the same ease as before. Looking at the girl's stance and position, as well as sensing her mental state, he decided that it was time to end this farce before she embarrassed herself any longer. Taking a step forward, he'd let out a roar of effort as he shoved his blade upward, one that would come off as many times louder and more monstrous thanks to the magic that was currently surrounding him. His aim was to disarm her with the sudden movement, as he'd put all his strength into the upward swing, likely sending it high into the air. Next, he'd lash out with a back hand across the girl's face, again using a great deal of his inhumane strength in order to put her down for good. If the hit connected, it'd likely rattle her attic and bring her close to unconsciousness. He'd then go to kick her legs out from under her in order to bring her crashing to the ground, before stepping down on her tail, hard, likely cracking the exoskeleton quite a bit more with the weight behind the blow as he brought up his weapon and brought it down right next to her face, the edge tickling her neck as he loomed over her like some Dark god of death, his white eyes glowing with disgust at the figure underneath him.
"If you really wish to prove yourself to your Chief, than stop embarrassing yourself and accept defeat with dignity. Make no mistake, if you continue to struggle, I will give no more warnings and no more chances. I will slay you were you stand, and then you'll not only break your promise, but have her last memory of you be of a foolish child that couldn't wait to rush to their death. So I'll only say this once, Surrender or die!"
Shadar's deep, rumbling voice came out in a thunderous wave, and his blade would press itself closer and closer to Thuraya's neck until it drew blood, the crimson ichor dancing along the obsidian black surface as it trailed it's way down the weapon.
With sword away from grasp, she gave a poor attempt to avoid his strike to her head, as well as the sweep under her legs, she fell to the ground once more. Turning herself the best she could to not land on her tail again. She held back the welling in her eyes initially, vision blurred and body weak, she attempted to pick herself up again only to be brought crumbling down with the heavy weight on her tail. She couldn't hold back then. Body curled up on the ground, tail twitching as though trying to go around her to protect, yet unable from the breaks at the end, and foot at it's mid section, she could only scream out in pain. Eyes welled. Would've flinched from the blade coming down right next to her, but didn't have the energy, nor the consciousness to do so.
His words seemed muffled to her, and the feeling of blade on neck was barely noticed by her mind, yet managed to get a soft sob. What she had heard of his muffled words, she decided to ignore, but knew her own limits. She worked to stop her tears, though all it did was make her think of the pain she was in. Limp, yet full of effort, arm rose, hand's palm toward him to silently ask he stop. She held it there, arm shaking as she struggled to keep it up, but eventually it fell to the floor with the rest of her body. A soft breath escaping carrying words barely a whisper; "Seryosa... I-... I'm so sorry.."
As soon as the scorpion woman gave her surrender, Shadar removed the blade from her neck, the spell he'd cast on himself dispersing now that it was no longer needed. He looked down on her sobbing form with neither satisfaction, nor remorse present within his glowing white eyes. He'd done what he had to do to get the fight over with quickly and efficently. It would've been cruel and insulting to try and go easy on her, especially since he technically was by giving her all of those warnings. If he truly wanted to, he could've killed her nearly as soon as he got his hands around her neck, either by crushing her windpipe or deciding to use the Ifrit's powers and burning her alive.
With a click of his teeth, he turned away from the woman to look at his surroundings, noting how the other fights were progressing with moderate interest. So far, Barcea seemed to have only suffered one loss in the Paladin's assistant, to which Shadar couldn't help but feel an ounce of satisfaction in his death. One less stupid zealot to sing the praises of absent or uncaring gods.
Now if only a similar accident could happen to his master, ha, now that would be grand.
Shadar sheathed his sword, seeing no reason to prepare himself for battle at the moment, and contented himself to watch the ither matches, hoping to get this over with sooner rather than later. From his memories, Drosil was in pretty bad shape due to his own poor decisions and over-reliance on the Ifrit's manifestation to compensate for his lack of close combat skill. He'd need quite a bit of medical care before he could summon something to help heal him more completely.
@Caits@ExpolarYou guy's still have yet to look at my new character idea, probably because your busy, so I'll post it here again.
Character Sheet (please delete anything in parentheses) Name: Serapis Anon, but will probably go by 'Sera' Age: 17 Birthday: Magic:
God Soul: This is a form of Take-over magic that allows the user to take on the powers and forms of Gods, giving them access to great power and fantastical abilities. However, due to the sheer level of power that the god's possess, the user is only able to safely make use of a small portion of it. Serapis, being a long time user of this magic and being of the Old Blood of Iopis, is capable of holding a rather hefty amount of a god's power at around 10% as his current maximum yield. If he reaches this maximum, he'd likely gain enough power to be considered a high-level S-class mage, possibly near the levels of a Wizard Saint, though reaching his maximum would come with a litany of harsh side-effects afterwards and really burn him out.
orig09.deviantart.net/ee76/f/2009/255/.. Now then, the god that Serapis was bonded to is Seth, the God of the Desert, Storms, Chaos, Violence, War, and Foreigners. The powers he gives to Sera are the abilities to become the living embodiment of the desert's harshness, giving him magic that drastically heats up the area around him( especially during the day and under the light of the sun), casts mirage-like illusions on those who are caught within his auta of heat, controls and creates sand, and ,as Seth's influence grows within him, destabilizes magical energies around him due to the chaotic aura he begins to emit. The last one will also give him a decent amount of magical resistance as well, though it only has a noticeable effect if Seth has a large amount of influence on Sera. Along with these abilities, he also gains enhanced stamina, magical power and potency, strength, and durability, the extent of which is determined by two factors: How much conflict is happening in his immediate area as he gains energy and power from being near conflict(especially violent ones), and how much of the god's magic that he's currently channeling.
This power, great as it can be, does come with a few drawbacks. One such limit would be that he must be careful with how much of Seth's energy he allows to channel through him, because if he's not careful, then Seth's influence will take him over and the god will possess his mortal form. and while that means that whoever Serapis is fighting will be in trouble, it also means that so will everyone in the surrounding area, for while Seth is not a necessarily evil God, he is one that will not care if an entire city were to be buried in sand in order to destroy a single foe. For Seth, the ends justify any means, and those who get in his way will be crushed, no matter who or what they are. Another drawback of this magic comes from Serapis' bloodline. Whenever he deactivates this magic, he will be to use any magic for a short while, as his body has to readjust to the loss of power.
Seth influence will change his body physically depending on influence. For the first 20%, he'll be mostly in control and thus will only have a slight reddening to his hair, eyes, and skin, as well as possibly some sharpening of his canines. From 21%-80%, his appearance becomes more feral, his hair and eyes go full Crimson, he get's sharp fangs,claws, jackal-like ears atop his head, a long, crimson tail, and his eyes get a black kohl lining. At this point, their personalities are pretty merged, giving them the best of both worlds as far as tactics and confidence, though conflict is more likely to arise between them at this stage. From 81%-100% of his maximum energy channel, Seth takes over completely, and Serapis' mortal form looks entirely like the above picture.
Scepter of Was: This is a Holder-Type magic that is unique to Serapis, as the Scepter of Was is the symbol of Set's overall desire for power and domination of all things. With it, Serapis can control and manipulate Ethernano directly, whether it be in a spell or the air and land around him. In order to do this, however, he must be capable of speaking ancient words of power, silent words whose meaning is heard not by the ear, but by the soul, so if he's not given a chance to speak the words, he'll be unable to use the magic. Along with that, if the Scepter is taken from him or lost during a fight, he'll be unable to use the magic till he gets it back, though if the Scepter is destroyed, then it'll reform on his person the ned day.
Another drawback is that he only knows a few words of power, and mostly basic ones at that, though they can be effective if used right. Also, when affecting a spell or magical attack, he must meet it with equivalent magical energy in order to fully effect, else the effect be weakened or completely ineffective. Meaning that if someone were to cast a fireball at him, he'd have to match the amount of energy spent on if he wished to nullify it. There are different ratios for different effects, which'll be explained in the listings.
Nullify: Completely negates targeted magic, must match the magic cast to nullify Weaken: Weakens targeted magic, magic needed proportionate to how much one wants to weaken it by. Split: Either splits a magical attack around Serapis(or some other subject), or creates a hole with in a barrier for a short amount of time. Requires about half for the former, and a quarter for the latter Redirect: Redirects a magic so that it hits/effects a different target than originally stated: Takes about a third of magic used to cast said magic spell Enhance: Same as weaken, but this makes a spell stronger instead. Blast: Sends out a blast of magical energy, magic required equivalent to how powerful you want the attack to be Beam: Same as above, except with a beam of magical energy Fire: Adds fire magic to targeted magic, or just creates fire, cost depends on how powerful you want the added magic to be Earth: Same as above, but with earth magic Lightning/Thunder: Same as above, but with lightning/thunder magic Water: Same as above, but with water magic Slow: Alters the Ethernano in the air around a target, giving it more viscosity and slowing them down as a result. Can also be used to slow down attacks. Magic cost is proportionate to how much you wish for the target to be slowed.
Magic Level: A History: Serapis is the run-away heir to the Anon family, one of the Noble families of the far off Country of Iopis, found on a distant Continent that is mostly isolated from Fiore and all of the goings on with in it. He was sent to Fiore to escape from his elder brother, Anai, who had lead a bloody coup against their father, allying himself with a rival family in order to try and take their most prized possession,the Elysium crown. However, before they could reach the treasure, Sera's father sent him to the the far-off continent, hoping to keep the artifact and the last of his blood safe from his eldest's grasping fingers. And so Sera found himself in Fiore, with little to no idea on how to speak the language, no idea what the fate of his family turned out to be, and only the vague hope that he's too far away to be found by his brother or his followers.
Personality: Sera has always been a bit on edge, ever since he was little, jumping at every shadow and running from every loud noise. While he's toughened up a little as he approaches adulthood, it's still hard for him to face off against things he finds scary or intimidating. Despite that, however, there is a strong sense of stubbornness and determination with in and, when push comes to shove, one can count on him to put his fear behind him and try his best to help others.
When under the influence of Seth, Sera's personality takes a rather sudden change, as he gains a great deal of confidence, some would even say an excess, and he becomes much more aggressive and dominating in his mannerisms. He also becomes highly challenging to authority, likely to lash out surprise attacks at those in charge, in order to test if they're still worthy of being above him. Unlike Seth, however, Sera still cares for people and has a clear moral stance when it comes to fighting, doing his best to control his magic to avoid collateral damage, which at this point, is highly possible and likely if he just goes crazy with it.
Guild and guild mark location: Has the symbol of his family, a golden crown with a green jewel in the center, on his right shoulder, followed by the head of a crimson Set Animal set below it Team Members: None Three Strengths: (Not just combat) 1. Is very talented in the detection, reading and manipulation of magical energies and Auras. 2. His body is highly conductive to magic, meaning that any magic he uses or is used on him is more efficiently spent and/or grants a significantly larger bonus than it normally would, though it can also work against him. 3. He can recover his magic rather quickly,so even if he completely drains himself out, he should be good as new in a few hours and capable to fight within an hour. Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable) 1. Isn't used to talking to or being around people he doesn't know, having grown up sheltered 2. Has confidence issues and is easily intimidated by people he doesn't know 3. Can't speak the language, aside from a few words 4. Magic that is cast on him directly is a lot more effective, meaning things like curses and illusions are much more effective on him and harder to break. Greatest Love: N/A Motivation: To continue his family's legacy and protect the Elysium Crown Appearance: Additional Details:
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